What is this, that’s happening?
How we should part and hang on to what?
We have no future,
But have a history.
We have no time,
But yet these feelings.
We have no sense,
But a good laugh.
We have been losing respect,
But yet have love.
We have good times,
Followed by the bad.
We have good conversation,
But at times, it gets twisted.
We have desire for one another,
But yet it could be lust.
We have emotion that continues to stir,
But yet, we have to let it go.
We have the connection that makes us one,
But unfortunately it’s three.
We have the urge to see each other,
But yet there is another.
We have the smile through out the day,
But yet a frown, late at night.
We have the image of the other,
But not time spend, makes it disappear.
We have each other stuck in our hearts,
Makes us feel we have to part.
We have and we have and we have and we have.
But have what?
So much we can have,
But yet have nothing.
We could have but the circumstances,
Makes us have to part.
We could of have had the star and moon,
But yet we have another empty time in space.
So no matter what,
How much we could of had have,
The bottom line is… that we cannot HAVE each other.
Copyright © Myrna Zenon | Year Posted 2025
Mommy, I have something I want to say
About the things you give to me everyday
You shower and give me all your love
So, I give thanks for you to God above
You feed me and clothe me with such great care
And if I need something else, you’re always there
You cover me with love, whenever I’m sad
And when it doesn’t help, you hand me to Dad
You teach me the things I need to know
Helping me to learn what I need as I grow
I’m sorry Mommy when I’m being bad
And I’m sorry Mommy if it makes you sad
And if I’m sick, and up all night with fever
You stay with me and don’t sleep either
You say and do things to make me glad
You make me happy and so does Dad
Thank you, Mommy, for the great big hug
Your arms around me is what I love
Thank you, Mommy, in every way
Thank you, Mommy, on this Mother’s Day!
Copyright © Brent Wright | Year Posted 2024
I told you from the start, it’s true,
“My roller coaster, see it through!
Ride with me ‘til journey’s end,
Hand in hand, our spirits blend.”
“Get off with me,” I gently pled,
“No fear, no doubt, no words unsaid.
And you will see, in time’s own way,
A grateful heart, a brighter day.”
“Thankful you stayed, through every turn,
The highs, the lows, the lessons learned.
Hand in hand, we’ll face the light,
A bond forged strong, and shining bright.”
Copyright © Laura Wooders | Year Posted 2025
I lied, never told you the truth—
I never loved you,
my beloved Ruth.
Forgive me, if it's possible,
for the things I did impossible.
Cold blood, so bold,
seeping through my veins.
If I could hold
you, and ease your pains.
Though I'm not sane,
and sound mostly insane,
I can be the wisest—
to hold you the tightest.
I can't promise to fix
what's broken inside,
gloomy guilt and shame mix,
picking up the pieces, sitting beside.
Hoping for the best,
for you—releasing the rest.
Go, live your life,
be somebody else's wife.
You deserve someone who
would give the world to you.
Forgive me, I couldn't be
the one to see
the love, the proof, the truth
in your eyes, my lovely Ruth.
Copyright © Anne Winter | Year Posted 2025
her piggie died my
love denied
she cried I
cried
alone by her
side
honesty
decried
never should've
lied
perhaps death has
died
retry
retry
retry re-
try.
Copyright © Whatever Whoever | Year Posted 2024
UNDONE
I have come undone
Powerless as one
My heart is heavy, my thoughts run deep
I'm drowning in the tears I weep
Searching for a sacred place
To help me mend my fall from Grace
Looking out to see the light
As darkness falls on silent night
Just one more prayer to save my soul
Reclaim a life that lost control
Free the past with self atone
And be grateful for each day I own
Copyright © Lori Wells | Year Posted 2025
What’s the point? she asked.
It could be a simple solution, he quipped.
With much to do and little to gain,
The effort remained unattainable rain.
So onward she strove
Observed by those who stood beyond the boundaries
Doing much and yet ignoring them
She left having been a bothersome chagrin.
Copyright © Katrina Walters | Year Posted 2025
Oh father, my guiding light,
Your presence, now but a memory bright.
In the quiet whispers of the wind,
I hear your voice lingering within.
Your laughter filled the air with joy,
Your wisdom, a beacon to my soul.
But now you have taken your final flight,
Leaving a void that never can be whole.
I remember the touch of your gentle hand,
The way you held me close in a loving embrace.
You were my rock, my anchor in life’s storm,
And now I am adrift in an endless space.
But though you may be gone from sight,
Your spirit lingers on in the starry night.
I feel your presence in the gentle rain,
And in the sunlight that breaks through the pain.
The memories we shared will never fade,
In my heart, your love will forever stay.
For you were more than just a father to me,
You were a beacon of light, eternally.
So I will cherish the moments we had,
And hold onto the lessons you taught.
For though you may have left this earthly plane,
In my heart, your love will never be forgot.
Rest in peace, dear father, my guide,
Your spirit lives on, shining bright inside.
And though I may shed tears of sorrow,
I know you’re with me, today and tomorrow.
In the vast expanse of the universe,
Your light will forever shine, never to disperse.
And in the quiet moments of reflection,
I feel your love, a timeless connection.
Oh father, my guiding light,
In your memory, I find solace in the night.
For though you may have left this earthly shore,
In my heart, your love will endure evermore.
Copyright © Dawnn vance | Year Posted 2024
As painful as it is i have to wave my goodbye
Cry my very last tear as i abandon the memory of you and everyone around you
i cant keep whining about the things i couldve said and done diffrently
cant keep wishing for you to see me as a human being
everyhting keeps on moving with times arrows and i need too
i cant be the only one left behind to rot with sorrowful regrets
I know you dont care
i know you want me dead
you want to see me rot away
Cats play sad villion with my soul
it scraches every surface of my mourning heart
The melody of sorrowful memmories follows me everywhere i go
everytime a quiet night aproaches
i can hear the sad villion cats aproaching
snatching my soul
to play the same melody again and again
i know you want me to rot away
but i cant be the only one left behind
to rot with past regrets
i cry my very last tears tonight
i refuse to let any more tears stain the collar of my shirt
Copyright © Zhenya Tryp | Year Posted 2025
Oak, Willow, Maple, Birch.
Would this wood aid me in my search.
I could not see the wood from the trees.
I’d try so hard, but could not please.
Every year we grow a new ring.
The old man of the wood loses his voice.
Before was his time, I heard him sing.
Back in his youth, when we had that rare thing.
Choice.
Copyright © Peter Thomas | Year Posted 2025
Since I was a kid,
they said I was gentle as a lamb.
Quiet.
Kind.
Smart.
So I've kept that image.
Or tried, at least.
I didn’t fail.
Not once.
Grades stayed high,
mouth stayed clean,
choices stayed safe.
No vices, no trouble,
just quiet nods and
“Yes, I can.”
“Yes, I will.”
I built a life that made people proud.
And slowly, I forgot to ask myself,
"Are you proud too?"
Well, I guess I am.
I’ve built a good name, after all.
But looking back now,
I feel sadness
because every praise I get
feels like a quiet command
that the only room I should enter
is the room of success
Every applause disregards the possibility
that I could fail at any time.
It’s like a tooth,
one that never got to grow
because a “perfect” one
was already there.
I should bear the weight of the crown I chose,
but as time passes by,
it grows heavier,
stiffening my every move.
Now that I’m older,
I wish to live without any standard.
To enjoy life and everything it offers.
I wish to say no without guilt.
I wish to rest without thinking of time.
I wish to live without having to earn it first.
But with a heart as brittle as glass,
A mind that easily overflows with thoughts,
With soft eyes that cry too easily—
Is it even possible?
Copyright © Ink Spilled | Year Posted 2025
Don't play the victim, don't wear the frown
You're the one causing harm, spinning others down
Bullying, harassing, spreading fear and pain
You're the problem, not the one to claim
Don't shift the blame, don't point the finger high
You're the one acting out, passing by
Think before you speak, think before you act
Your words and actions leave a lasting fact
You're bringing tears to eyes, and pain to the heart
Affecting minds and souls, tearing them apart
Your actions have consequences, that's what you must see
Is hurting others worth it? Is it worth your destiny?
Learn a lesson now, before it's too late
Think before you act, don't perpetuate the hate
Be kind, be compassionate, be understanding too
For the hurt you're causing, is it really worth it to you?
Copyright © Josie Spencer | Year Posted 2025
Am I
By Jordan Small
Am I destined to be the captain, navigating through life’s thunderstorms and rainbows,
Or simply a passenger, watching as time’s river flows?
Am I the lead actor in my story,
Or a hidden figure in someone else's?
Am I able to ascend past the expectations placed upon my name,
Or will I fall, bearing the weight of them all, consumed by the flame?
Am I the tree, providing shelter when it rains,
Or am I a lost nomad, seeking its solace while in pain?
Am I skilled enough to mask my emotions,
Or do they betray me in troubled times?
Am I ready to explore what the world has to offer,
Or will I leave this story unfinished knowing im the author;
Am I?
Am I?
I am.
Copyright © Jordan Small | Year Posted 2025
Over lush green mounds
Did stand many thriving towns
They did spread over vast azure pools
With help from shipbuilders' mighty tools
And mighty were the first to land on those shores
Valiant are they now in myth and lores
Strong were those who weilded weapons in battle
Stronger yet were those content with land and cattle
Amongst the trees so dark and tall
Were many bountiful victory feasts held in Fall
Many were the men who took comfort in the splendor of wine
And many more who took kindly to women most divine
But less yet took wonder to the riches of gold
These men were bestowed upon as kings mighty and bold
Great kingdoms did they build to abide
With many steers to raise and ride
Above in the heavens have many lights shone
As they still do though those times are gone
Copyright © Terry Sirup | Year Posted 2025
Laboured breaths
with each strenuous uphill step,
taking in the ancient spirits
from an ancient world
when the earth was venerated.
Every stride taken prompts visions of
the Chaquis who journied this
rigorous passage.
In an empire of siwi, corn and orchids,
rock etched with lichen, sweltering heat and winds that bite;
a worn path of rugged stone and steps
rises then falls through the damp cloud forest
on Pachamama's curves
leading to primordial sacred sites.
Tasting the victory of reaching
that final destination evokes
emotions of gratitude, while honouring
a vanished civilization and those who perished
defending their ancesteral province.
Amid the ghostly essence of the terraced terrain
a lone condor circles above-
Copyright © susan silver | Year Posted 2025
In streets of struggle, where poverty reigns
A youthful cry, with futures in chains
Limited options, and resources scarce
Leads to desperation, and a troubled stance
Low-income homes, with stress and strife
Parental struggles, and a child's lost life
Unmet needs, and unfulfilled dreams
Fuel the fire, of juvenile schemes
Education's key, but doors are locked
Opportunities scarce, and futures blocked
Jobless parents, with no way to provide
Leave children vulnerable to the streets' tide
Neighborhoods plagued, by crime and fear
Youthful energy, misdirected here
Gangs and violence, a deadly allure
A false sense of belonging, in a world obscure
Socio-economic chains, that bind and sway
Influence choices, in a troubled way
Delinquency rises, as hopes decay
A cycle of strife, in a world gone gray
Break the chains, and lift the veil
Provide opportunities, and education's sail
Empower families, and communities too
To give youth a chance, to make a brighter hue.
Copyright © Melonie Sherlock | Year Posted 2024
Freedom provides the option
To thrive while unrestrained
By individual circumstances
By the self-serving demands of others
By our own compelling pain
Freedom provides an opening
For truth to roam free
Sometimes hurting, sometimes humbling, sometimes healing
Sometimes returning to its owner
A long-lost key
Freedom provides an opportunity
To test the boundaries of our souls
To examine the framework of our egos
To recalculate the sum of expenses
That renders us whole
Copyright © Mary Scott | Year Posted 2025
A woman sits alone on a cold winter night,
with a tattered blanket wrapped around her tight.
In her frail hand, she holds an old empty purse,
in the other, a Bible; she reads quietly this verse.
"I will be glad and rejoice in Your unfailing love,
for You have seen my troubles from heaven above".
"Thank you, Lord, for keeping me one more day,
And use me for your purpose, is what I pray."
As she continues to read to herself in the cold,
a stranger approaches the woman of old.
“Have you no family or home to keep you warm?
You'll freeze to death in the coming winter storm”.
She looked up at him with a very warm smile,
and spoke with such kindness; in a humbled style.
"There was a time in my life when I had it all,
that came with a price; and in my faith did I fall.
Since I came back to “The One”, who created me,
he fulfilled His promise to take care of my needs.
I may not have riches or a home made of stone,
but provisions are met by people's kindness shown".
A single tear rolled down the stranger's cheek,
as he knelt next to the woman so meek.
With arms around her, he helped her stand,
covered her with his coat, and took her hand.
"Tonight you have found a home with me,
for there was a time that I had nothing, you see.
But a very kind woman saved me from my plight
when she gave me a home on a cold winter night".
Copyright © Kristy Raines | Year Posted 2025